You walked into my life like you had always lived there, like my heart was a home built just for you. -a.r.asher
Saying goodbye to your soulmate is never easy; Steve Rogers watched his drive away. She was headed towards the school of her dreams and...
No one has a right. You have to take a right or stop it from being taken from you. -John Dutton
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Steve groaned as he pushed himself out of bed, his muscles protesting the restless night he had endured. The memories of Lily Westfall lingered in his mind like a haunting melody; each thought a painful reminder of the love he had lost. He couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at his heart, a void left by her departure all those years ago.
As he stumbled into the bathroom, Steve splashed cold water on his face, hoping to wash away the lingering traces of sleep. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his blue eyes dull and weary, the weight of his thoughts etched in the lines of his face. Running his hands through his unruly, dirty blonde hair, Steve smoothed out his beard. With a heavy sigh, he turned away, determined to confront the questions that had plagued him for far too long.
In the walk-in closet, Steve reached for a pair of well-worn jeans and a faded blue button-up shirt, the familiar fabric comforting against his skin. He dressed quickly, the routine grounding him in the present moment as he prepared to face the past. Slipping into his boots, he glanced at the alarm clock, noting the early hour.
It was too early to pay a visit to the Westfall residence, but Steve couldn't bear the thought of idly waiting. He needed a distraction, something to occupy his restless mind until he could confront Lily and seek the answers he so desperately sought.
With a determined stride, Steve made his way downstairs, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He would find something to keep himself busy, anything to fill the void until he could finally confront the woman who had once held his heart in her hands.
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Joey yawned, stretching his arms above his head as he walked into the dining room; he paused, noticing Steve at the head of the table, his usual seat. He had a full breakfast plate, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a bowl of fresh fruit. He was reading the newspaper, sipping on a cup of coffee.
Sitting to Steve's right was their mother, Sarah. She wore jeans and a soft pink button-up, her greying blonde hair braided back and resting on her shoulder. This meant she planned on spending the day at the ranch, so she smiled at him. "Good morning, baby," she said over to the cup of coffee. Her soft blue eyes twinkled, the laugh lines on her face visible from her smile.
